The ancient poems describing the summer heat are as follows:
Summer in the South is full of enthusiasm; Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty
the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. With her hair hanging in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in the quiet and spacious place. Waves of evening breeze sent to the fragrance of lotus, the dew from the bamboo leaves to send a crisp sound. I thought I would like to make a song and make a song, and I only hate my friends in front of me. Regrets the night, the memory of old friends, all night in the dream also hard to miss.
In the Summer Mountain
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai was lazy to shake the white feather fan and was naked in the green forest. Take off the turban and hang on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines over the top of the head.
Why did Bai Juyi get rid of the summer heat and sit in a courtyard? There is nothing in front of you, but a breeze under the window. The heat dissipation changes from calmness to coolness, and the room is empty. At this time, it is difficult to be more with others.
In Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi went crazy in the summer, but only the Zen master did not leave the room. But there is no heat in the meditation room? But being calm means being cold.
In the moonlight, the ship's flute is jagged, and the wind sets the lotus pond fragrant.
In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu was beside Houjia Avenue, and cicada trees were green. The lock is far away, and the shutter is cold. The fence is full of red medicine, and the shelf leads the green radish to grow. Every day is a pillow, so there are mountains and rivers.
"Twilight Swimming on the Lotus Pond" (III) Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty
The fine grass shook its head and suddenly thanked Nong, and the shawl stopped a west wind. The lotus flower is still hot in the dusk, and its lower face is hidden in the blue umbrella.
In Song Dynasty, Zhao Bixiang was far away from the wind and went back to summer. People are like lotus flowers, and smiles are separated by lotus language. Infinite love clouds and rain. When the Yuanyang is scared away, Lan Bo's heart is lifted. Make an appointment to revisit, but don't go. Broken bridge and romantic, dream broken floating Peng brigade. Is the old autumn mother still there? If the geese don't come, the sound will break Hengyang Pu.
Attached to the original words: "Su Muzhe Liao agarwood" Zhou Bangyan in the Song Dynasty
Liao agarwood to cool off the summer heat. Birds call clear, encroach on dawn and peep at eaves. Chu Yang leaves dry overnight rain, clear round water, one by one wind and lotus. My hometown is far away, when will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. May fishermen remember each other. Small boat, dream into Furong Pu.
Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty took a summer vacation in Matsuoka, sheltered from the rain by the eaves of Mao, and took a few days off. Drunk to help the solitary stone to see the flying spring, but it is a place to wake up before. The owner marries a woman, and the west is a woman, laughing in front of the lights. It has become a thousand hectares of rice and flowers, and it costs every night and a day of wind and dew.